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If you had told James Fleamont Potter that in three years' time he would not only marry the love of his life, have a child with her, but also fall deeply and stupidly in love with his best friend's brother, he would have laughed in your face.
Life was pretty simple for James; his days consisted of university studies, hockey practice, hanging out with the Marauders, and, of course, chasing after Lily Evans. He had been head over heels for Lily since high school, and even after multiple rejections, he wouldn't give up. She was just so... amazing, majestic, a goddess, James would think every day.
This Thursday started off like any other, getting up at 7 a.m. to the ear-deafening moans of his roommates, Remus and Sirius, shagging. Again, nothing new, though. "For fuck's sake, can't they just give it a rest?" James muttered under his breath, grabbing his skating gear and pulling on his trainers, getting ready to drive to the rink. Except he had to take both Sirius and Remus to the rink as well, since he was the only one of them to have a car yet, but he most certainly was not going to walk into... whatever was going on in his roommates' bedroom. Yet, he also couldn't be late.
"If you two wankers don't get up and dressed for practice right now, I'm leaving you without a lift! I'll meet you in the car in five minutes!" James shouted while pounding on the door before grabbing his keys and going down to his car. Just as expected, ten minutes later, a proud Sirius and a sleep-deprived Remus climbed into the car.
"Do you have any self-shame, Sirius?" he mumbled as he started driving to the ice rink.
"I'll have you know that was celebratory shagging, not just any old shag!" Sirius exclaimed, leaning up to the rearview mirror to do his eyeliner. James gave him a look for a second before focusing back on the road. "You're going to tell me you and Remus are pregnant, aren't you?" And after a long pause and Sirius smirking, James exclaimed, "OMG, you are pregnant???"
Remus, who had been sitting in the back silently watching this play out, finally spoke up. "Firstly, you wanker, Sirius can't get pregnant; he's male. Secondly, the celebratory reasons were because his brother has joined the ice hockey team. God, James, you can be an idiot sometimes... actually, all the time. Of course, he wasn't pregnant!!"
"Oh, congrats, Sirius," James mumbled, a odd and short response for James, but the couple assumed he was just concentrating on driving.
Regulus had always made James feel something he had never felt before, with anyone. Of course, he would never say or act on it, because, you know, it was his best friend's fucking brother, but it was like this longing, fluffy feeling whenever Regulus spoke, yes, mostly when he spoke to James in hatred, but still. And he was like Sirius but more... handsome, those black curls and grey eyes; he could just stare into them for hours. And now he was going to practice for hours on ice with this majestic man. James just knew he was going to make a fool of himself.